In this wilderness I have come to survive by being the king of my own madness. |
-Crowned Hopeless- by Keaton Foster Upon head Weight Nothingness At side Travesties Unkind Out front What could be Far behind What has been Now here An existence Between Bright day Ominous night Foolish This paradise A delusional Illusion Letting me Allowing us Some semblance Normalcy Surviving It must be Finding a way Through To what most Would be A sentence of death Doomed Crowned hopeless Believing in nothing In the truest sense No deity of choice Can I hold close Praying to Said nothing All the while Surviving the same Teetering Upon the edge I fear not the fall Or the rise I fear only the same As has always been The true darkness Of my plight The endless fight Against the madness Within all of this Crowned hopeless You out there With limited care How do you do it How can you manage Blindly being unaware Unable to see Any real truth Any certain thing Tangible ideas Laid at the alter Spread bare A feast galore Exposed to you And for you By me Crowned hopeless Upon head Weight Nothingness At side Travesties Unkind Out front What could be Far behind What has been Now here Any ideal Every idea Two sides Of the same sword Driven deep Into this heart And mind I will only survive If I can find ways To adequately define What it is that I Have come to know About what most Often you Refuse… Crowned Hopeless Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2017. |